C7 What Time Is It

On the day Mr. Meng left, Ling Yun exchanged a bowl of unremarkable bamboo shoot fried meat for half of his master. The next day, Ling Yun got up early, but he was not in a hurry to learn swordsmanship.

In the morning, he would first break his body, then return to make breakfast, and while doing so, he would warm the steamed buns and porridge of his neighbors who loved to sleep lazily. Afterwards, he would quietly start reading.

In Ling Yun's mind, it had always been the same question as before Mister left. Was what he wanted to do right or wrong? Because of one person's hatred, the people of the world fell prey to fire and water, and there were many more Ling Yun in the world.

But was he not going to take revenge?

His foster father had never been rebellious. Seven years after the battle at Soong Dynasty that set a nation, how many meritorious officials died?

Was the world today really the world that father and foster father wanted back then?

Ling Yun didn't understand so many things, but what happened now was just training the sword. Revenge doesn't always take one's life, the secular world talked about scholars who took the brush and killed, first to destroy the heart, then to take one's life. Ling Yun comforted himself softly.

He yawned and looked at Ling Yun, who was sitting in the yard bathing in the sun. He looked like the old scholar Meng Ren. He said, "Brat, are you ready?"

The drunkard moved to the side and said, "You are not qualified, so I am still a sword god after all. With your attitude, I will be ashamed if we go out in the future. I will demonstrate a simple set of sword technique first before deciding on how to teach you."

"Alright."

Ling Yun said with a smile. He didn't care that the drunkard said he had poor aptitude. He had heard too much about him during his years outside.

"This sword technique is called 'Hesitation today'. My Sword Truth is a heavy sword intent. I will then talk about sword qi before I talk about sword arts!" The drunkard used a branch of the Tribulations as his sword, explaining the meaning of his sword art as he demonstrated his sword art.

"However, my Sword Truth has never divided these three factors. In order to practice the Sword Truth, one has to learn the sword first," The drunkard raised his head and took a gulp of wine. "Kid, how do you evaluate the sword?"

Ling Yun thought for a while and said, "Mister said drinking in the morning is not good."

With a "Pa la" sound, the jar of wine fell onto the ground. Ling Yun found himself lost in thought, he was used to multitasking, so he only reacted when he heard Ling Yun's reply: "Is it the sword or the person who uses the sword?"

"Sword."

"The ruler of a hundred weapons has the highest killing power."

"Ordinary."

The drunkard's neighbor was a bit dissatisfied. Ling Yun looked into the distance and said softly, "The treasured sword's edge has been sharpened. The plum blossom fragrance is coming from the bitter cold."

"That's good."

If he was too smart, he would suffer too much, and would easily get smart early. If he was smart, it would be easy for him to fall into chaos, but luckily for him, that old fellow Meng Ren, was not very good at teaching, and he still had a way to educate people. If it was just the words of Ling Yun, then in the future when he was in the sword path, not to mention reaching the pinnacle, but in the hands of the sword god, it was also a beautiful way to achieve the divine transformation of swordsmanship!

"I'll teach you the Ki Refining Mouth first, and then I'll teach you how to nurture your sword intent."

The drinker's neighbor said.

"Don't you need to prepare anything?"

Ling Yun asked.

"Of course you need to. I just want you to suffer a bit."

Ling Yun couldn't help but shiver. He felt that this drunkard's neighbor's smile was a little eerie, "I promised Teacher Meng that I wouldn't teach you how to practice martial arts. The people of the martial arts all emphasize sincerity, so I will only teach you how to practice the sword.

The drunkard's neighbor pointed his finger like a sword and Ling Yun flew up into the sky in a baffling manner. The drunk neighbor climbed up Ling Yun's foot and only stopped when he pointed at the spot between his eyebrows, "This Qi Refining method is called Thirteen Floors."

What is Thirteen Floors?

There is Baiyujing in the sky, which is called Immortal's Manor, which is twelve storeys and five cities. I, as a sword cultivator, have a method to cultivate Qi, which is called Thirteen Floors, which is higher than Baiyujing, in the sky!

There was a way to not impart any incantations, but this meridian progression method was enough. Ling Yun was never greedy.

"Show me the sword technique I just demonstrated."

He threw a branch to Ling Yun, who held the branch tightly and closed his eyes, quietly recalling the swordsmanship of his drinker neighbor. However, his drinker neighbor's face was hidden, and he twitched his mouth, no wonder Teacher Meng didn't allow him to teach Ling Yun martial arts. When he helped Ling Yun familiarize himself with the breathing technique, he realized that someone had done something to Ling Yun.

Ling Yun's Innate Ability is indeed not very good, but if one is willing to painstakingly train, it is not impossible to reach the Human Realm in the future. However, the meridians in his body have been destroyed by someone using a secret technique, if he does not cultivate, then it is fine, but once the nature's spiritual energy passes through the meridians, there will not be any pain, but the meridians will gradually shrink, and at the end, he will become a cripple with crippled limbs.

But how old was Ling Yun?

He was only thirteen years old now, and had stayed here for seven years. Before meeting him, he was only six years old.

"Little Ling Yun, you're really lucky."

The drunk neighbor said with a smile. He picked up the broken jar that fell on the floor and drank a mouthful from it. Suddenly, Ling Yun opened his eyes.

Sword technique — What a day!

He had dreamt for a long time, and only woke up seven years later. He had seen the changes of dynasties, the ups and downs of the world, and had experienced it himself.

Sword cultivation focused on meaning and momentum. Three feet of cold light flashed, and a single Qi overcame the mountains and rivers, teaching the world not to dare to confront it head on!

The drunkard's neighbor's eyes lit up. He had come up with this idea on the spur of the moment in order to cooperate with Ling Yun's Great Dream of the Autumn. However, he did not hold Ling Yun's hope of comprehending the meaning of the sword technique in one attempt.

But looking at it now, it was completely unexpected!

Ling Yun's swordplay was smooth and his sword intent was full. His swordsmanship was also impressive. Although it was just a beginner's lesson, it was already excellent. Very few people could achieve this stage.

His Sword God Sword didn't have the strict estimation of other Sword Cultivators. If you wanted to learn the sword, you had to first learn it. Only then would you be able to master it.

If it wasn't for Ling Yun's meridians, he would have already mastered this skill!

A scholar could only achieve success when he read clearly and was one with the knowledge. Learning the sword was also a matter of studying. One could learn and use it, but one could also learn and practice it.

Ling Yun sheathed his sword, and smiled as he performed another disciple salute towards his drinker neighbor. His drinker neighbor moved to the side to give way, but Ling Yun didn't mind, "I think so too."

"This sword is my gift to you. If you want to return the favor, you will be carried by the sword to the market to buy wine for me. Three jars of wine per day, no more, no less."

"This sword is used by an old friend. His path of the sword is that of a martial arts practitioner, and he also specializes in the path of one strength defeating ten paths, so his strength is very long. His strength can move mountains, and his sword weighs over a hundred kilograms.

The drinker's neighbors were saying that the teenager, Ling Yun, was listening. He was very serious.

"With this sword, you can't lose its reputation. The owner of this sword is called Fang Shan Mountain and Sea, and it means moving mountains and overturning the seas. The sword is called Dragon Elephant, and the water dragon is the most powerful, while the land elephant is the strongest."

The drunk neighbor looked serious as he said in a deep voice, "Ling Yun, receive my sword!"

Ling Yun was also very serious as he solemnly held the sword in his hand. However, the sword had a spirit and he was extremely unwilling to let go of it. Holding onto the sword's hilt, Ling Yun stabbed down with a huge force of gravity, dragging Ling Yun forward just half a step.

An indescribable glow bloomed in the young man's eyes as he stabbed the sword into the ground. The young man held the sword hilt and said softly, "Since senior is carrying the sword, he will not disgrace his name. "I, Ling Yun, was born into this world, able to endure the suffering of the world, and also become an ancient god. The sky above my head, the earth beneath my feet, the sky cannot fall a foot, and the earth cannot rise even a foot!"

Ling Yun's forehead was full of veins as he used all his strength to pull out the dragon elephant. The sword was unearthed slowly and the drunk neighbor looked at Ling Yun who was focused.

It was one thing for them to be prematurely gifted, but there was another reason as to why Meng Ren had brought Ling Yun along with him in his dreams. These scholars were the most perverse, and it was not because of Ling Yun's temperament that Meng Ren did not allow Ling Yun to practice martial arts, but rather his body.

However, the drunk neighbor was curious, why didn't Meng Ren personally teach Ling Yun cultivation?

"If you don't admit that I'm powerful on the surface, then you should keep your actions to yourself."

The drinker neighbor stroked his chin and chuckled. These scholars had many bent intestines, and Teacher Meng was also a good person at times.

The young man was completely unaware that the dragon and elephant had their own intelligence. The Qi Refinement method taught to him by the drunk neighbor was operating at a high speed, constantly crushing the silent Baleful Yin Force in the young man's meridians and removing it along with his pores.

The young man's eyes were bloodshot. Even the drunkard did not stop him. He was competing with the sword, he wanted to see who could last until the end!

"Crack!"

The sword naturally fell off and fell into the ground. The drunk neighbor caught the youth and ignored the dragon and elephant that were willing to bury the sword. He said with disdain, "Like your master, you are blind. Pah!"

When Ling Yun woke up, he was in a big pot. The fragrance of the medicine filled the air, and the drunk neighbor stood to the side, "I didn't find any place to sell the bathtub, it's just this kind of big pot."

Seeing the look in the drunkard's eyes, the youth felt that he must have done it on purpose.

"This pill has a total of two thousand Spirit Essence. I'll help you record it down. Remember to return it to me in the future."

The drunk neighbor shook the account book in his hand, "From now on when you practice the sword, you'll have to take a medicinal bath."

Two thousand Spirit Essence, equivalent to the secular world's two hundred thousand taels of gold. For Ling Yun, who even had to bargain with others for a long time to buy vegetables, choosing the cheapest one, this was an astronomical figure.

"During the medicinal bath, don't forget the method of Qi Refining. After I integrate your Qi Refining, I'll teach you the method of visualizing and refining the soul.

The drinker neighbors were extremely organized in their practice of the sword, and it did not seem like the way he lived at all.

Ling Yun closed his eyes and started to run slowly. Why was he so quick to learn the sword art? Why was he able to see through the sword intent so easily?

With a sword in hand, I have a domineering aura under the heavens, but there is also the dream he had for seven years. The thousand years have passed, and he was once at the pinnacle of the divine way in his dreams, so his eyesight would naturally not be bad. His own memory was very good, and he would naturally not forget the things he had seen before.

Although the cultivation method in his dream might not be suitable for him, his vision and mental state would not be bad.

It could be said that in the eyes of the cultivation world, he was just an ant in the mortal world. However, he had long seen the light at the top.

After completing one Circulatory Cycle Revolution, Ling Yun suddenly asked worriedly, "Sir drunkard, how many times do I need to take a medicinal bath?"

"When the Qi and blood become more powerful and your luck changes, you can stop bathing in medicine."

The drunkard's mouth twitched. There weren't as many as the two thousand Spirit Essence, they were all normal medicinal ingredients. Ling Yun's body couldn't take the stronger medicinal effect, would he think that there was too much money? [I just have to wait for the kid to make money, don't I have endless amounts of money?]

With a little interest, what did he have to worry about in the future?

The old Confucian man said: Wealth is like a cloud to me.

What kind of bullshit logic is this? Can't you drink without money?

Without money, how could he watch those girls dance?

Not even hair!

Ling Yun looked at the smile on the drunkard's neighbor and couldn't help but to laugh. Naturally, he knew that the drinker neighbor had cheated him.

He didn't get angry. It was already good enough to teach him, but asking for more would only make him a little ungrateful. But now, between cultivation and revenge, he still had to think about how to earn money.

It was said that even though cultivators were poor in literature and rich in martial arts, and Body Cultivators were lacking in Spirit Essence, they couldn't improve. "I'm a bit worried."